I view the world differently,
I watch everything in a way many won't understand...

It was her last words
painful...

To be fun is to love.
To be happy is to laugh...

Everyone is calling
calling not to find out whether I'm okay...

Looking back,
attack...

The cloud was dark
heavy with ideas...

Life, like wind on a portrait
Everyone trying to figure me out...

Art is speaking from the heart,
language which make skinny people feel fat...

To soon I say,
for such a great friend to be on your way...

With a cold breathe I stare,
As the beauty of the night disappear...

The disbrief of the stars
Comes down to establish an unbalanced heretical...

It is true I don't connect emotionally
neither fall in love like puppies...